One more for the rodeo, an old-school '60s teamA great new wide awakening spews out at the seamsLaid out cold on the table, a sheet pulled over his headI turned around to the janitor, asked him just how long you'd been dead

And it's one more for the rodeo, one more for the showOne more pretender who just had to go

All the gods and gurus blowing from the eastSo caught up in your principles it eats your mind like a diseaseI wish i was invisible, hidden from the crowdAnd this cold wind blows down the sidewalk and leaves me wondering how

And it's one more for the rodeo, one more for the showOne more pretender who just had to go

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One more for the rodeo, one more for the show, one more pretender, who just had to go